"The All-Father has decided his sons require wives." Her father told her, lounging back in his chair. His icy eyes scanned her up and down. "I have decided to send you to Asgard to partake in this… choosing."

She tried not to show any emotion at this sudden decision of her father's, instead choosing to focus her eyes on the cold stone ground beneath her feet. Her hands were clasped in front of her and at her father's words her grip on them tightened.

"You shall have one day before you travel to Asgard to prepare." He waved a hand in the air. "Of you go."

She curtsied, sweeping her skirts away from her gracefully. Then she turned, fixing her posture, and walked out of her father's throne room one even step at a time. His eyes watched her go, a sigh escaping his lips. Her ears picked it up just as the grand doors behind her closed. Her father never sighed.

She stood waiting outside the grand golden doors, her eyes flickering around in wonder. The guards standing in front of her took little notice of the small lady there to meet the king. Thousands of ladies had come that day, one more was no different. Their eyes continued to search the hall for the night guards, but they were yet to arrive. The suns were beginning to set in the sky around them, giving it a rosy tinge.

Suddenly the doors swung open from the inside and Sirith backed away quickly as to allow the tearful maiden through. Her blond hair hung messily down her head and her face was red with tears. She ran off in a random direction and they heard her collide with a wall. Sirith winced, wishing she could go and make sure the lady was not too badly injured. But she had made a promise to her father. So she straightened her back, held her head high enough to be respectable to her position but low enough as to not disrespect the All-Father's, and walked carefully in.

The All-Father was standing in the center of the room, arms crossed behind him while his one eye (the other was covered with an eye patch) coldly scanned her up and down. Instead of collapsing, as what may have happened to the other maidens who came to this room, Sirith forced herself to keep tall. If she failed this first meeting she would be returning home a disgrace.

"My liege." She said once she reached a suitable distance, sweeping down in a curtsy. She went down further then she had gone for her father, instead going down the lowest she could without falling. Then she remained there until the All-Father called for her to rise.

"You will answer all my questions honestly and correctly before I allow you to meet my sons." His voice was cold, stern and dripping with power. Sirith had no wish to disobey him, so she nodded respectively. "What is your name?"

"Sirith, eldest daughter of the Lord Meili." He nodded.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"I know only what my father has told me. That the All-Father has decided it is time for his sons to gain wives." He nodded, and this time the corners of his lips had inched up slightly.

He then began to spout out questions of history, science, society and language. She to answer his questions as quickly as she could, closing her eyes so nothing would become a distraction. She knew that some questions she answered incorrectly, but the All-Father did not seem to notice; or if he didn't he didn't mention it. She prayed thanks to her father for allowing her access to his extensive library when she was a child, allowing for her to gain and retain all the knowledge that she now used. It was almost like her father had planned for her to eventually go to Asgard and compete with millions of other woman for the position of wife to a prince.

Finally the All-Father went silent and she opened her eyes carefully. He was staring down at her with a smile on his face, perhaps the first smile she had seen him perform. His eye was twinkling with joy. "Well done." Was all he said to start and she smiled shyly. Her governess had told her to smile like that to the All-Father. It was respectful, yet it showed her joy. "You are ready to meet my sons, and then I shall assign you a room for you to stay." She nodded and he held out a hand behind him. "My first born, and heir to the throne." A man stepped out from behind him. "Thor."

She had heard stories of the first born from servants who traveled from Asgard. The woman described how agreeable the heir to the throne was, and in great detail, the handsomeness of his features, to the definition of his perfect muscles. He was the god every young maiden wanted to marry. He was rumored to be perfect. Fit to become the perfect king, the perfect husband, and the perfect father.

And he lived up to the expectations. He was the god of beauty and all things perfection. His golden locks fell beautifully against his wide, strong jaw-line, and his blue eyes were the key to put any women in a spell. His voice, strong and deep, could command a royal army, like his father. His charm itself could win wars. His looks could probably make humans worship them once again.

She curtsied near the deepness she had for the All-Father as he neared her. His smile was genuine as he kissed her hand. When she realized that her cheeks were tinted pink she felt them become more of a red in embarrassment. Her eyes dropped to the floor as she scolded herself. She couldn't believe she was blushing in front of the prince. She had already decided that she did not want to be another love stricken maiden waiting for him to sweep her off her feet and she was already failing. Thor backed away, crossing his arms behind him as he took his position beside the All-Father.

"My second son, Loki." The All-Father waved his other hand and another man stepped out from the shadows. She had not heard much about this prince. She knew his name, and his existence of course, but no servant had found him worthy enough to mention and she did not know what to expect of him. Was he as dashing as his brother? Just as strong? Just as broad shouldered?

Then her eyes met his.

She shook herself when she felt herself freeze. She forced herself down in a curtsy, turning her head down as to avoid looking again into the younger princes eyes. She stayed down as long as was proper so that she could calm herself. When she straightened she was forced to look into his eyes again. His cold, dark, mysterious, eyes…it was terrifying.

He smirked at her and slowly kissed her pale skin, never once breaking eye contact. His touch sent violent chills down her spine. She felt herself shiver at the touch and he

Loki chuckled and shot her a sly smile before returning to stand beside the All-Father, leaving her even pinker then when she had met Thor.

"Now that you have met my sons." The All-Father's voice startled her into looking at him and when she did she saw a tint of amusement on his lined features. "One of my servants shall lead you to your rooms, where you shall remain until one of my sons comes to greet you." She nodded. "You may go."

She turned carefully towards the great golden doors. She pulled her back straight and began to float out of the room, her feet lightly placed on the golden floor. When the doors clanged shut behind her Thor turned to his brother.

"She appeared smitten with you, Brother. Good for you, she is a good catch." He smiled widely. "But that does not mean I shall not try and steal her away from you."

Loki glared at his brother. "She is as weak as a porcelain doll. One touch and she would shatter. She is all yours." With that he turned to the All-Father. "May I leave, Father?"

He nodded. "Yes. And though you…dislike her Loki, you must still court her. Her father is a wealthy man, it wouldn't hurt to have his only daughter married to a prince of Asgard. She is a good match, for either of you." He turned to Thor. "You shall greet her first. Decide the time and the activity."

"The ball tonight!" Thor nearly jumped in joy. "I shall meet her before the ball so she is able to prepare."

The All-Father nodded in appreciation. "Away with you!"

A/N: I had to let my imagination flow, so here is a story involving an Loki/OC love story. Hope you enjoy, please review.